The Destiny Villainess Wants Me To Work!-Chapter 116: Chu Jing’s Doubts!

His expression shifted. His hands moved quickly, removing the disguise piece by piece. Within seconds, his entire appearance changed.

Xiao Mu disappeared, and Leng Shuang had returned.

Her gaze was cold and steady, as if everything that had happened didn’t impact her at all.

She packed away the disguise materials neatly and stepped out of the washroom.

At the end of the corridor, Chu Jing had just arrived.

She stopped the moment she saw Leng Shuang walking out of the men’s washroom.

A faint frown appeared on her face.

Something about this woman felt familiar. But she couldn’t quite place it.

Not thinking about it further, she stood outside the gents’ washroom and waited.

One minute.

Two minutes.

Five minutes passed.

But Xiao Mu never came out.

A trace of unease crept into her heart.

Finally, after hesitating a bit, she stepped forward and entered the washroom.

However, to her astonishment. It was empty. There was no one inside.

Her expression changed.

Her mind replayed the scene she had just seen—the woman leaving, the strange sense of familiarity, and Xiao Mu’s disappearance.

A thought slowly formed in her mind.

"Could it be..."

***

On another floor, Leng Shuang had already returned to the room she had booked in this hotel for the past few days.

She closed the door quietly behind her and placed the disguise materials on the table.

Without hesitation, she took out a chemical solution and poured it over them.

The materials dissolved quickly, losing their form until nothing remained.

With that, every trace of Xiao Mu had disappeared from this world. As if he had never existed.

Leng Shuang washed her hands calmly and walked to the window, looking out at the city lights below.

Her expression remained unchanged.

The mission was almost complete.

Now she only needed to wait.

Wait for Chu Daxing’s death to be confirmed.

For a brief moment, a scene flashed across her mind.

A quiet balcony under the night sky... and a soft warmth brushing against her cheek inside a car.

Her eyes stilled for just an instant.

Then, as if nothing had happened, she looked away.

---

After leaving the hotel in a hurry, Chu Daxing had changed into clean clothes, washed repeatedly, and even used an entire bottle of expensive cologne.

Yet the smell seemed to linger in his mind more than on his body. Every time he closed his eyes, the scene replayed—those horrified faces, the chaos, the laughter that people tried and failed to suppress.

Inside the car, he sat rigidly, his expression dark. At this moment, he was on his way to the mayor’s residence.

His phone kept vibrating.

Messages. Calls. Notifications.

He ignored most of them.

But even without answering, he already knew what was happening.

The incident had spread.

Videos had been uploaded. Clips had been edited. The entire scene was live broadcast, and now it was circulating across social media like wildfire.

He could already imagine tomorrow’s headlines.

People’s comments and the ridicule.

His fingers tightened slightly against his knee.

"Sir... should we suppress the news?" the driver asked carefully, glancing at him through the rearview mirror.

Chu Daxing didn’t respond immediately.

His breathing had become a little uneven, though he didn’t seem to notice. A faint tightness spread through his chest, but he dismissed it as anger.

"Suppress it?" he repeated after a moment, his voice low.

His lips curled slightly, but there was no humor in it.

"Can you suppress something that’s already everywhere?"

The driver fell silent.

Chu Daxing leaned back into his seat, closing his eyes briefly.

The only way to shift people’s attention is to have another bigger incident. But what can be bigger than this? This wasn’t just a random scandal.

Because of the nationwide live exposure, it was now irreversible.

His plans... his negotiations... the upcoming launch... everything would be affected. Investors would hesitate. Partners would step back. Competitors would seize the opportunity.

The damage wasn’t just for a few days; it would last a long while. Maybe even months or years.

His jaw tightened.

"That old man..." he muttered under his breath.

If not for that ridiculous decision...

If not for dragging that useless person onto the stage...

His fingers pressed harder against his knee.

"I’ll settle this," he said quietly. "One by one."

The words were soft, but carried a weight that made the driver lower his gaze.

At the same time, something else was happening inside his body that he didn’t notice.

A faint numbness began to spread from his back, slowly seeping into his limbs. His breathing grew heavier, though he attributed it to lingering anger. A slight dizziness passed through him, but he ignored it.

He didn’t realize that the countdown to his nearing death had already begun.

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Across Jiangnan City, the night grew restless.

Screens lit up in dark rooms. Phones buzzed without pause. Clips of the banquet incident spread at an alarming speed, each version more exaggerated than the last. Some slowed down the "critical moment," others added dramatic sound effects, and a few even began analyzing it frame by frame like a scientific breakthrough.

Very quickly, one name began trending above all others.

Lin Fan.

But not as someone respectable.

Instead—

["Chu Family’s Son-in-Law: The Super Shit Man!"]

Netizens, armed with both creativity and questionable enthusiasm, began listing his "achievements." Longest recorded distance. Unprecedented pressure output. Maximum single-event volume. Some even claimed he had shattered multiple "biological limits" simultaneously.

Memes flooded every platform. Charts were drawn. Comparisons were made. Evidence that this was a first-time achievement in history, which no human can come close to.

A self-proclaimed biologist posted an urgent thread, insisting that such an event was "absolutely impossible under known human physiology" and publicly called for Lin Fan to undergo examination "for the advancement of science."

Others were less serious.

One comment read.

["I knew it! This world has superpowers! Longyan’s first ever superhuman. The Super Shit Man!"]

For many, it was pure entertainment.

For some, it was disbelief.

While the internet was focused on the Star Presidency Hotel’s disaster. That very same night, another big event was silently unfolding inside the Jiangnan Prison Center.